Someone on twitter tonight very kindly informed me that, waaaaay back once upon a time in 2011, @linmanuel posted his dream cast for a West Wing musical on his now-defunct blog. And since the internet never forgets, I share it with you all now.
I support everything about this casting (Patti LuPone as Marion Coatsworth-Hayes! Audra McDonald as Nancy McNally!) and wish to see it become reality as soon as humanly possible.
Description- Honestly it’s based completely off a (joke) YouTube video I watched during my demon phase that I’m honestly still trying to find a logical solution for. Honestly.
Warnings- Uh, sex? I really don’t know what to put for this when it’s already obviously smut
Word Count- 1020
Notes-I have no clue why I’m writing more smut the last one was shit I guess I’ve just had this idea in my head way too long also there may or may not be an appropriately timed reference if you squint…
It was but another radio show. It was but another album countdown with Jameela. Dan was bored of it. He loved his job, but he sometimes wished he could spice it up a bit. Then he got an idea.
Dan gazed up at the clock on the wall. There was but ten minutes before they had to be out with Jameela. Was that enough time? He didn’t really care. He wanted to try something new and interesting. Maybe even something a bit dangerous. This definitely ticked off all of those boxes.
Phil was sitting on the same couch as Dan, staring at his phone. The younger boy leaned over and pressed his lips to Phil’s, who gasped in his mouth before warming up to the kiss. Dan climbed into his lap, causing another gasp by Phil. Dan moved his mouth down to Phil’s neck, and Phil, free to speak, voiced concern.
“Dan, we’re on in ten minutes.”
“Better speed this up then.” Dan unzipped Phil’s black jeans and pulled them off, followed almost immediately by his boxers. Dan took Phil in his mouth as he pulled off his own jeans and boxers, feeling Phil get harder with every passing second. Dan let go of Phil and got onto all fours on the floor, glancing back at Phil in anticipation.
“You do know we don’t have any lube or condoms, don’t you?” Dan nodded. “And that we’re literally supposed to be out there with Jameela in five minutes now?”
The younger boy nodded yet again, this time with a smirk. “Try new things.” And with that, Phil was on the floor with Dan. He carefully inserted his cock into Dan’s incredibly tight asshole. Dan was immediately overcome with pain, and he winced. Phil stopped, feeling Dan’s shivers, but the younger boy signaled for him to continue, and he did.
Every second was like another level of hell for Dan, but the pain was tolerable, and Dan wanted to continue. Eventually Dan got used to the pain. “Harder.” Phil thrust harder and faster, and Dan began to quietly moan. He was in even more pain than he had been earlier, but by this point he was almost enjoying it.
Phil finally hit Dan’s prostate, causing both of them to come. Dan moaned loudly, and Phil immediately attempted to quiet him down. “Shh… Remember where we are.” Dan took a quick moment to do so. He had somehow convinced Phil to fuck him in the middle of the radio station green room. It was an impulse they both foolishly gave into, but Dan didn’t regret it. He looked around the room, out of breath, until his eyes finally focused on the clock on the wall. They were supposed to be with Jameela five minutes ago.
“Oh my god, Phil.” Dan pointed at the clock with horror, and Phil gasped.
“Hurry, hurry!” They pulled on their boxers and jeans as quickly as they could and dashing out the door.
“Phil, wait!” Dan was limping. The lack of lube was still causing him a lot of pain, and trying to run was very difficult.
“Come on!” Phil ran to the set as quickly as he could, Dan trailing as close behind as possible. A few seconds after Phil, Dan hobbled on and sat down on the couch beside him. Jameela was already talking to them, attempting to scold them for their tardiness.
“Your mics are off. Sit there in silence, I’ll deal with you later.” Phil adorably put his hands to his mouth, and Dan hovered his hand over his boyfriend’s knee for a second before realizing they were on the air. Dan tuned out for a minute before noticing the music change. He heard the Arctic Monkeys album and then noticed Jameela addressing him and Phil again. “I am sweating! I’ve been left here!”
“Can they hear us now?” Dan spoke into the microphone and could immediately tell he was finally being broadcast over the airwaves.
“They can hear you.”
“Do you want to know an interesting fact?” Dan wanted to do anything to get the topic off him and Phil. He didn’t know how he would explain if she asked where they were.
Jameela was obviously not amused. Dan, however, continued his fact.
“They are the first independent artist to have five consecutive number one albums in the UK. Album chart facts by Dan!” He was speaking, of course, of the Arctic Monkeys. He then sang the last part, hoping it would take attention away from their late appearance. It unsurprisingly didn’t.
“Where the hell were you?”
There was one thing Dan’s random chatter did for him. It gave him time, and he’d finally thought of a completely truthful excuse. “We were just in another room but they didn’t…” Dan stuttered, trying to find the right words while being put on the spot. “No one came to get us. We were like, ‘Oh, we must be in ten minutes, but…’”
“Everyone came to get you!” At this point, Dan was slightly confused, as nobody did come to get them. Maybe they had been repelled by Dan’s odd moaning sounds, or the couple couldn’t hear them. Either way, it was probably Dan’s fault.
While Dan was attempting to create a theory in his mind as to what happened, Phil took the microphone out of his hand. “We were lost.” Dan started laughing, knowing this completely contradicted what he had just said. “I’m sorry,” Phil added. What a mess.
“You were lost in a tiny building?”
“I tried to get a chocolate downstairs and I couldn’t get out the door.”
“I knew it. I knew there was sugar involved.” Dan turned towards the camera and flashed the signature facial expression, reading ‘this is my boyfriend, the spork, and that’s yet another innuendo he’ll never live down.’ Although he technically wasn’t that wrong. Dan let Phil keep the microphone. He didn’t really want to talk anyway. At that point, all Dan wanted to do was gaze into the distance and reflect on his horrible choices of the day. And, oh, were there many of them.
I can’t even think about Harry writing this song and feeling so connected to it and it being his favourite and then deciding to release it despite it being so different from anything else on the radio right now and it being slower and it being about something that’s so deep and personal and then to just say fuck it I want THIS song to say who I am and just risking it…..how he just did it because it’s authentically him idk man I’m so fucked up right now…I just want all the good things for him forever u know & I love this song I want everyone to hear it and close their eyes and get lost in it because it’s beautiful
97.02.18 Happy Birthday to the always fabulous and handsome Lee Seokmin! 🎂🍰🥂🍾
This baby was the very first one that caught my eye in SEVENTEEN when I watched their ‘Adore U’ music video after being impressed by one of their live debut performances! Soon after, I realized that Dokyum was not only a singing angel, but also a really dorky but lovable boy! I wanted to include so many more moments of my bias but one GIFset is not enough!!
Happy Birthday once again to this wonderful human being, and I hope your year will be blessed with everything that you’ve always wanted!
i see all the posts about mark being overworked and how sm needs to give boy some rest and that’s true but where did y'all lose haechan? i love every and each one of nct members to death so please include haechan too?!!
mark is in both nct dream and nct 127 units
SO IS HAECHAN
mark has been participating in both,limitless AND my first and last promotions
SO HAS HAECHAN
Mark is also in nct u unit but gladly they’re not having any comebacks right now so mentioning that doesn’t make him more “important” or in need of more rest than haechan
i know and understand that mark’s also in a high school rapper and has more schedules than haechan but please i fucking beg you stop sleeping on this amazingly talented boy
that’s all i had to say and also fuck you sm , overworking your artists won’t make your company any better
uwu gentle forest child 😂😂😂 yo talk more about this please? im seeing it everwhere and im like why this???
and another ask: “Why do trans men do that? Is it on purpose?”
how I conceptualise this is: certain groups of people are perceived as fundamentally innocent, either in the discourse at large or in certain contexts & communities, and some members of those groups, if they choose to wreak evil, can cleverly leverage that perceived innocence–especially against people in groups perceived as inherently aggressive, such as people of colour, lesbians, or trans women–in order to get away with antagonising people in those groups, ultimately acting like they’re the victims when they’re called on their shit.
you can see this in how white women, for example, know that they’re seen as fundamentally pure and innocent by those in power (i.e. white men), and they can choose to use that perceived innocence in order to frame any number of actions by people of colour as attacks upon their purity, turning the tide of public opinion, or even physical violence, against those people of colour. this occurs in step with things like the perceived sexual deviancy of people of colour / Black people (& the different things that that has meant for men and women of colour, respectively), and with the stereotype of Black & brown women as nasty, angry, or aggressive. so if a white woman has antagonised a woc by being racist, she has the option to pull the innocent act: “I was just minding my own business / expressing an opinion / asking a question and this awful woman attacked me for no reason!!!” this version of events paints woc as inherently aggressive and unfeeling: as if we don’t get hurt, as if we don’t have the right to respond in any way–much less emotionally–to being harmed.
the way I see it, the “gentle forest child” phenomenon draws from similar tropes of assaulted innocence. the entire aesthetic is predicated on images of softness, innocence, and vulnerability, and it pulls inspiration from the larger perception (within certain circles) of trans men as being less capable of enacting misogyny than cis men. the way that this plays out for me ever and anon is: 1. one of these people violates my boundaries or otherwise disrespects me in some way; 2. I don’t tolerate it; 3. he acts like he’s the victim, criticising me for being aggressive, condescending to me because he’s clearly the bigger person here and I’m being immature; 4., importantly, talks about how much this encounter has upset him, perhaps broadcasting some kind of mental breakdown (up to & including self-injurious or suicidal thoughts or actions) to show the extent to which he’s innocent and I’m a mean bully; perhaps including, 5., calling me transphobic for no other reason than that I called him on his shit. of course not all of these things are exclusive to trans men (as I’ve said, the strategies that cis men use to wreak evil often, predictably, overlap), but they are different in that they have access to a couple of scripts that cis men don’t (such as the “I’m so innocent” script or the “you’re transphobic for acknowledging that trans men can be misogynistic” script), and some of them choose to manipulate that to their advantage.
this phenemenon of course coincides with the phenomenon that I described above, because what it ultimately does is deny my right to feel adversely about the misogyny to which I’ve been subjected–as if I don’t have feelings? as if I’m not mentally ill and am in no danger of experiencing self-injurious thoughts? and for women of colour it of course hugely overlaps–white people of all stripes often performatively wield their mental illnesses to manipulate public opinion against people of colour, including: antagonising people of colour (many of whom are mentally ill themselves) and then claiming that, because of their mental illnesses, they can’t be held accountable; wielding accusations of ableism against people of colour who call them out on their racism (or who try to apply theories about white consciousness that aren’t about individual mental illnesses at all–”white anxiety” and “white sociopathy,” anyone?); or insisting that their mental illnesses be catered to, even as they ignore the needs of mentally ill people of colour. and this works because white people who are mentally ill are seen as innocent in a way that people of colour are not.
basically what all of these represent are modes of manipulating discourse to paint the people you’re antagonising as the aggressors. I of course don’t mean to trivialise anything by comparing this to physical violence against people of colour & Black people, but I do see these things in a continuum wherein the forest child phenomenon draws on racialised scripts that had already been in place, plus some methods of performative pity-grabbing and name-calling that have been present in sj communities for a while.